This is a song about "Irish people"

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

As i light one for ill will

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I'm a savior to these people,

And everything is purple

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

This is the root of all evil

From the people who control to people

Them people weak them people weak

Cause they right down the street